And out she would go, to a very deep well,
To look at the water below;
How naughty! to run to a dangerous well,
Where her mother forbade her to go!
One morning, intending to take but a peep,
Her foot slipt away from the ground;
Unhappy misfortune! the water was deep
And giddy Miss Helen was drown'd.
VI.
The good Scholar.
Joseph West had been told,
That if, when he grew old,
He had not learnt rightly to spell,
Though his writing were good,
'Twould not be understood,
And Joe said, "I will learn my task well."
And he made it a rule
To be silent at school,
And what do you think came to pass?
Why, he learnt it so fast,
That, from being the last,
He soon was the first in the class.